Try as I might, I could not look at an overhead projection of a growth profit matrix and stay conscious.

You are part of our Great British family.

My chances of being PM are about as good as the chances of finding Elvis on Mars, or my being reincarnated as an olive.

You know, sometimes I don't understand what's wrong with us. This is just about the most creative and imaginative country on earth—and yet sometimes we just don't seem to have the gumption to exploit our intellectual property. We split the atom, and now we have to get French or Korean scientists to help us build nuclear power stations. We perfected the finest cars on earth—and now Rolls-Royce is in the hands of the Germans. Whatever we invent, from the jet engine to the internet, we find that someone else carts it off and makes a killing from it elsewhere.

Some people play the piano, some do Sudoku, some watch television, some people go out to dinner parties. I write books.

Our friends in America will be at the front of the queue for trade deals.

The next Tory leader would have to unify his party and ensure that Britain stood tall in the world.